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Residential Evil (prologue, sounding board, and sign-ups)
#217153 - Wed Dec 11 2002 06:25 PM
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PrologueAs the first leaves began to change, Sgt. Patricia Dawes found her life changing as well. The kids were running around outside, happy for the first time in weeks, and the barbeque was starting to heat up, the smell of the burgers making her mouth water just a little. But inside she felt cold, still. Michael was leaving. He joked around with the kids, Jamie and Erin, but she could see that even he could feel it too. They exchanged a glance across the yard—held only for a moment—and then he lowered his eyes and turned back to the barbeque. Patricia just sighed and went back to tending the flowers in preparation for the fall. For a change, her family life had been throwing her for a loop, and not her job. As official liaison between the new League of Righteous Justice and the police, for a while, there had been a lot for her to do: transition of power, getting the building set up, assuring Tac over and over that yes, she would be okay in the new position… but now that all the work was behind them, things had been quiet. And then home life started to heat up. She looked over at Michael again, who was tossing a ball to the kids and laughing. Again, he met her gaze with a smile. The earth moved. “Michael?” Ripples and fractures started to appear in the ground around her. The foundation of the house split with a terrible SNAP and began to cave into the basement. “Michael, get them out of here!” Wild eyed for a moment, he nodded and scooped up the screaming children, tossing them over the fence into the neighbour’s back yard. “RUN!” he screamed at them before turning back. The stench of death rose about Patricia, and she gagged, coughing, suddenly sinking a little into the ground that held her fast. “Michael, get out of here! Go!” A hand grabbed at her ankle, white and clammy, fingernails broken. Michael stepped forward for a moment, then bolted. The last Patricia saw of him was as he cleared the fence, taking the children away to safety. A twist of the leg and she was free of the hand that had her, and she dashed for the barbeque, grabbing a great fork dangling from a hook, the smell of cooking meat mingling with the smell of the dead. The barbeque tipped over as a hand came up underneath it, grasping for her. “Come on!” She kicked at it, snapping the wrist, and stabbing with the fork at another, plunging it deeply into an exposed arm. The tree! If I can… The great oak lurched, and so did Patricia’s heart as it began to fall towards her, spilling copper leaves into the air as it went.
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 With friendly smile for one and all No job (or even size) too small Though uniformed, don't be afraid Tac-Wolf's arrived to offer aid ~incantation by Val~
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“Sir, RJ is on the phone for you,” the cadet paged to Tac from the front office as the wolf sat in his leather chair, waiting. He rolled his eyes and headed up to the roof of LRJ HQ, dashing up the steps three at a time. Bursting out onto the roof he muttered to himself for a moment, then kicked the great battery of lights a few times.Somewhere in the sky, the letter ‘L’ flickered into existence next to the letters ‘R’ and ‘J.’ “Damn lights…” *** This is the beginning of a ‘sort of’ sequel to The Replacement Heroes. Now I say ‘sort of’ because, for the most part, if you are a new player you won’t need to have read the original thread to know what’s going on. A new story, and hopefully a few new players to go along with it. ((If you’re interested in a quick catch-up, however, I did a synopsis of the first two threads on the first post of the last thread here.)) For my old players that have expressed an interest in continuing, posting here isn’t strictly necessary, but if there are any notable changes in your character since that terrible summer’s day (a few months have passed) that you’d like to share or discuss, or if you’d like to repost your details for other players to read, by all means do so. For everyone else considering joining (and specifically Morathi and Deized, who had expressed a desire to play earlier), let me know what changes there are between your listed character profile and who you want to play for this game. Remember, you’re not grotesquely powerful, but rather a somewhat second-string hero. The heroes that (once upon a time) hang out at base answering the phone, the heroes that talk at public schools about the importance of drinking milk, the heroes that are always on “reserve” status, et cetera, et cetera. Maybe you don’t have any “super” powers. Maybe you’re the science wiz with the quick answers and all the gizmos. Maybe you’re very skilled with a sharp mind. Or maybe you’re kinda powerful but really unmotivated. I’d be more than happy to discuss any questions with people on this thread or via PM. As for numbers of players, I’m assuming I have about six right now, so I’m looking for as many as another five or so to join; I think I can handle that fairly well. In the unlikely event that I get more sign-ups than I can handle, I’ll probably make some lament over the decision as to who to include. Basically, if you want to play, post here or PM me. As in the previous adventure, I reserve the right to limit some powers, especially mind-reading or precognition, though I’m happy to try and work things out with you. And again, the mood of this adventure will probably be dark, adventurous, and possibly humorous on occasion, but who knows where we’ll go when things start up. Here we go again. Do you have the strength to fight the evil that lies at the heart of Suburbia?
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 With friendly smile for one and all No job (or even size) too small Though uniformed, don't be afraid Tac-Wolf's arrived to offer aid ~incantation by Val~
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PM for GM!
-------------------- Profile. Temps Perdu. Haiku by Jorick Poor, lost Morathi Wandering the land, seeking for that which he lost. No recollection Memories like dark spirits waiting to be freed...
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I'm in!
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 By Denise!!! Gratzie, my dear! Gratzie!! "Respect is something you have to earn if you want to survive." Click and I'll smack da stupid outta ya!
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*ahem* Whoo hoo!The only thing worth mentioning at this point regarding Gaelyn is that he's more in control of his powers than he was. They are still linked to his emotions, but he can call fire with more ease. However, because they're so linked to his emotions, he's a little cooler than before because he's found he has to keep control of emotions should he want to use his powers. He found training somewhere in the Amazon, should you be interested. Hope that change is okay. I'll tweak it if not.
-------------------- Last On broken wings fly again Bring the Old Ones forth I've been chibified Thank you Lin! Thank you Vedas! Meep! Patches I'm in awe
 meep! Thank you!
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PM for Tac-Wolf((Edit: Oops! I sent the PM with my alt, Elaine Gunstar...))
-------------------- Computer troubles! Should be back in a week or so!
Go here for my larger sig.
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I'm baaaaaaaack!Just FYI, the Sister's powers and abilities are still what is listed in her profile, and any changes in apparel will be very very minor.
-------------------- That's yes, SISTER! Keep that up and you'll get a ruler where the sun don't shine. If you want to shepherd the flock, you have to be ready to fight the wolves. Thanks for the wonderful picture, Kai! God bless you.
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I'd like to join, going to do some fairly major edits to the rodent's profile tho(rebalancing powers, changing style of dress and personality...). I'll PM you when I finish the changes if I'm allowed in.
-------------------- Hi all. Name's .Oh, and the first person to make a stupid comment on my height gets a hole through their chest, Capish?
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Hey, cool! I wanna join! ^_^
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Leaving again, sorry
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((PM-Tac))
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 "You can't fight Destiny, that's what she has me for."
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Holy cow, this popped up fast. Anywho, I am quite interested in joining, and have one dandy of a B-rate superhero.*ahem* Usually, he is simply Deized. But when evil strikes, he is transformed. He becomes: Mr. Expendable!(although he tells everyone it's just 'Mr. X'. Mysterious!) Appearance: Same as Deized, but instead of coat, he has a red cape. Nothing too fancy. Powers: Has the power of being neglected. Often when in groups, he is relegated to jobs such as 'watching the car', or other minutae. When in groups, people stop noticing him after a few moments. This actually comes in handy, a sort of makeshift invisiblity (i.e. people see him, they just don't care enough to notice him). Also, has a history of getting hurt before anyone else during fights, so he's used to injury. History: After discovering his passion for helping fight crime, Deized joined the first superhero group he could. After several months of guarding things while the group chased action, he finally persuaded the others to let him have a real try. It wasn't pretty, but he was only in a coma for two weeks. After that 'incident', he moved on to a fairly unsuccessful solo career. He's now hoping for a new group to join, as he seems to do (somewhat) better in a group. To his credit: -He has been on over 241 missions. He actually saw some action in about a third of them. -He was injured or rendered unconcious during 14 major, influential battles. -He has been cut, slashed, burned, shocked, frozen, impaled, poisoned, bludgeoned, and perforated by 7 of the top 10 villians of the time. -He can watch a car like it's nobody's business. But he still hates it. -Actually managed to stop a fairly major crime spree, but the news reported it as the work of 'Mystery X', a rival superhero. Mr. Expendable is ready for action...are you?
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It's like winning a lottery of coolness! Thanks, Seby and James! Also, thanks to Salen for this sweet pic, Kei for this one, May for the pog, and QuintLyn for Deized without a shirt!
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Sasha's definitely good to come back. In the interim, he's probably replaced his torn coat(he is a bit vain about such things). If it wasn't ordered handed in(ie if it won't unbalance things), he'll still have the weapon from Dr. Vital's lab, used to weaken Halcyon, and probably still have no idea how to recharge it... or even if it's still useful after the intervening time.Inform me as to the relevant phase of the moon, and I'll know whether his personality will shift... as posted in his profile.
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in Residential Evil Velut Luna, statu variabilis
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Waaaaai, wacky bio zombies! I won't press to join or anything, since none of my avatars are suitable, but I'm definitely going to be following the progress of this game...
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Grunt
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Member #850
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Posts: 383
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Grunt walks on to the scene looking at the gathered folk, if they wanted his return he was offering itOOC> Um i cant post on weekends, sorry if this is a problem if you wnat i can try to arrange somehting, if you want me that is.
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 *grunts vaugly at The Electric Monk* Meet
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A note for those of you following along: This does take place in the dream, but think of it as a parallel reality. Your characters are rooted in the world, so you can change the rules a little (or even a lot) if you like.Okay! Morathi: PM back, and welcome! Locke: Woot! Good to have you aboard! Elaine Gunstar: Come on down! Gaelyn: Glad to have you back! You’ll have to watch that temper, of course… Haiku: I wondered why I didn’t get it, lol. Mary Ig: Good to have you back! Kate: Just send me a PM as soon as you can. If you’re having trouble, PM me and I’d be happy to discuss it with you. Kimiko: PM for you! Joshua: PM back! Deized: Sounds very interesting. Hmmmm… Welcome aboard! Sasha: The gun is undergoing ‘research’ and will be ‘possibly be given back to you later,’ whatever that means. There were a lot of forms involved. I’ll let you know what phase the moon is in when we get going. Good to have you back! Andi: Just let me know before we start, and good to have you back. Is that sword still blackened? Dokeshi: If you’re looking to join I’d be happy to try and work something out; otherwise, I’ll do my very best to make this an entertaining read (and play, or course). Gimmie a PM if you like. Grunt! Hey, how’s it going? Go catch up on the end of the last thread. If you want to show up occasionally, I’d be happy to have you. I’m sure we can work something out. Okay, that’s a lot of people to talk about. I’m going to wait a bit for people to work some things out, send me some PMs, et cetera, and I’ll finalize who’s going to show up in a day or two. Otherwise, sit tight, relax, have some fun in the meantime, and we’ll get this going soonish. If anyone else is thinking of joining at this point, I’ll probably hold off a bit before considering you, pending on a few things, just to warn you.
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 With friendly smile for one and all No job (or even size) too small Though uniformed, don't be afraid Tac-Wolf's arrived to offer aid ~incantation by Val~
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PM Tac.
-------------------- Hi all. Name's .Oh, and the first person to make a stupid comment on my height gets a hole through their chest, Capish?
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Grunt
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Member #850
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Posts: 383
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OOC> hey cool sorry that i was out of it for the last little while but that was really well done, tres cool.
-------------------- *Grunt*
 *grunts vaugly at The Electric Monk* Meet
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OOC: PM for you Tac!
-------------------- "To find my past, to survive the present and to discover my future!" - AndiWolfDie
 ( PA card by 13:11, big | Tsjo | Tamar | Pendryg | Sun: 1, 2 ) I thank you all and worship your drawing skills!
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and another PM for Tac.
-------------------- Hi all. Name's .Oh, and the first person to make a stupid comment on my height gets a hole through their chest, Capish?
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alright, i'll toss my hand in.Second-string Josh: age: 16 a part-time side-kick with dreams of becoming a real hero... now, if he can just pass the behind the wheel part of driver's ed. powers: uncontrollable energy absorbtion on physical contact. must wear insulation suit to keep from draining electonics and such. can only hold so much. more he holds, the more he glows. can release energy in semi-conrtollable blasts or let it burn off as light. suit: insulation suit in like surfer's wet suit. long sleeved and legged. can be worn under normally baggy clothes. has matching gloves for day to day life. and boots for hero'in purposes how's this Tac?
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 "You can't fight Destiny, that's what she has me for."
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OOC: Another PM for you Tac.
-------------------- "To find my past, to survive the present and to discover my future!" - AndiWolfDie
 ( PA card by 13:11, big | Tsjo | Tamar | Pendryg | Sun: 1, 2 ) I thank you all and worship your drawing skills!
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Okay, at this point I should definitely hold off on any other submissions. I’ll do my very best to sort this all out in the next day or two and get everyone up and running. In the meantime, check your PMs and see if I’ve been chatting with you. Sorry for the delay all; we should be up and running soon. If there’s anyone waiting on me for some reason, I’ll do my best to sort you out quickly.
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 With friendly smile for one and all No job (or even size) too small Though uniformed, don't be afraid Tac-Wolf's arrived to offer aid ~incantation by Val~
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PM for ye.
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it ain't to late to join is it? only change from profile will be an energy sword he has been working on for a while. (pics should be done tomorrow.....today.....wow it's 1:52am already.)
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 OMG! Wow, Thankyou 13:11! It's Incredible! GG Profile Jaitera ProfileI will never know myself until I do this on my own And I will never feel anything else until my wounds are healed I will never be anything till I break away from me I will break away, I'll find myself today. -Linkin Park "Somewhere I Belong" When teleportation goes awry...
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And another PM for Tac, filling out history details...
-------------------- Hi all. Name's .Oh, and the first person to make a stupid comment on my height gets a hole through their chest, Capish?
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